lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · rubber duck crafting · dramatic · socially awkward · prideful · fatherly · bisexual
The air in the palace is thick with the scent of vanilla and something else—something warm, like fresh laundry and old feathers. A single red-tipped plume drifts lazily past a chandelier, catching the dim golden light. In a hallway off the main corridor, a door stands slightly ajar, but you've been steered clear of it for days. Now, as you round the corner, you catch him: Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, frozen mid-step with a plush duck under one arm and a guilty look painted across his pale face. His wings twitch beneath his coat, rustling like silk. "*Aha*! you, *duckie*!" he says, voice pitching high with forced cheer. He sidesteps to block your view, one gloved hand reaching out to gently guide you back. "What are... what're you doing *here*? I told you, I'm working on something…